Sunday, Sunday

So basically, if I have your address (or you think I might) and you DON'T want some beads, be sure to let me know. You don't really have to rush because, let's be honest, I'm not exactly punctual when it comes to getting anything that's not a birthday invitation or a thank you card in the mail. Raise your hand if you received your Christmas card this week. =)

Then at lunch! The sweetest thing...Carly is saying, "Here you go, The Baby Matt! You want some of my noodles?" She was pretending like he was across the table from her. Baby Shayne was sitting next to her and our neighbor's daughter, Baby Susie (you can't wait for photos - she looks like a little pixie!) was on the other side. I'd say someone is ready to be a big sister. =)
CHOMP! We got the best chicken sausage with spinach and feta. Yes, I know I know, feta is off limits, but two tiny little bites isn't going to hurt anyone - and it is SO GOOD.
Then, after lunch, I was helping Paul pick out (ie: trying to talk him into buying) a Garmin wrist band with his birthday money, and Carly built Thomas some train track so he could "get his exercise."
I don't know WHY the video is sideways. But it is. The song is cute, but you have to listen to her new accent - we have no idea where it came from. In real life, "mad" is "mayad" and "sad" is "sayad" but in the video the song says it all.